Saturday morning is my time to sleep in a bit. This morning I woke to thunder. Big thunder. Once. Twice. On the third big rumble, I jumped up. It was raining! Really raining. I ran down the stairs in my pjs and checked again. Still raining. Made my iced mocha latte, grabbed my knitting and dropped into my rocking chair on the screened in porch. For an hour we sat, chatted, sipped our coffees. Sometimes we sat in silence, watching wet hummingbirds drink breakfast, lulled by our own little rain forest, dense, green and dripping wet. My self care today was grabbing a too rare opportunity to sit with the pattering rain. I am a rain lover.
